"That's all? I bring in almost three hundred every day." Beef smirked, stepping even closer to Pause, leaving them toe to toe.

"At least I'm not a wussy." Pause smirked, his eyes burning with passion.

"I'll show you I'm not a wussy."

"And just how do you expect to do that?"

Beef smirked and stuck his hand down Pause's pants, eliciting a sharp gasp as he ran his fingers along the Indian's length.

Zisteau took Kurt's hand and pulled him from the room as the heated kissing started. He closed the door to the lounge and kept Kurt's hand in his as he pulled the quiet, blushing man with him into the kitchen; where a frying pan sat on the stove.

"That was...." Kurt tried, but couldn't seem to finish his sentence.

"Awkward?" He provided, looking at the mess of ingredients strewn across the dark countertop.

"Very." Kurt chuckled, leaning against a wall.

"Tell ya what, why don't I whip us up some breakfast and then head upstairs and relax. I think Beef has a tv in one of the rooms that actually works that we can snag."

"I like that idea." Kurt smiled softly, his blue-red gaze cast on Zisteau.

He scanned the ingredients as he turned the stove on. "Hmmm, how does Bloodbug steak, potatoes, and sweetrolls sound?" He questioned, his gaze flickering to Kurt briefly.

Kurt nodded. "Sounds delicious."

He sent Kurt a smile as he turned back to the stove and put some steak in the pan, instantly hearing the crackling and sizzling. He put the sweetrolls in the oven and started chopping the potatoes.

"Want any help?" Kurt questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Find me some seasonings?"

"Sure thing." Kurt says as he wanders over to the cabinet.

He can't help but watch Kurt for a few seconds, just admiring the lanky man's beauty. God, he wondered how he ended up with such a beautiful man. He shook his head slightly as a small, innocent smile spread across his lips. He set back to work, flipping the steaks and finishing up cutting the potatoes.

He admired the way Kurt was so kind, despite everything the cruel world they lived in threw at him.

"Hey Z?" Kurt questioned quietly, standing by the cabinet with two coffee cups in his hands.

"Hmm?" He hummed, glancing at Kurt with a smile.

"Still got those coffee grinds?"

His smile widened as he nodded. "Yeah, upstairs in my satchel. Want me to go get it?"

"No, it's okay, I can get it." Kurt smiled as he sat the cups on the countertop.

He sent Kurt a smile as the slim man left the room. He focused back on the food, which smelled simply amazing. He grabbed the two plates from the counter and played the food. He placed a fork on each plate and leaned back against the counter. Kurt entered the room again shortly, the can and a photograph in hand.

The shy man said nothing as he started brewing the coffee, though, as the water started heating, he finally spoke. "Who's this?" He questioned, holding up the picture. "I found it in your bag and I was curious... Sorry if I'm being nosey or anything."

He took the picture and just stared at it. He had totally forgotten he'd even had the picture. The corners were dented and the edges wrinkled; the once white border a musty yellow. "It's my brother." He finally answered after staring at the boy in the picture. Blond hair, blue eyes, a bright smile on the thin boy's face. "My mom gave me this picture after the incident, since, well, he didn't make it."

"Oh... I'm so sorry Zisteau."

"It's okay Kurt, really, I miss him, but it's been forever since he passed."

The look of hesitancy in Kurt's eyes spoke volumes to Zisteau; who didn't expect Kurt to set these limitations on himself for this type of situation. "I just, I was curious, and he looks kinda like you."

"One of the things I've learned." He started, a contemplative look on his face. "Treasure the good moments, the good people, cause there's gonna be hard times, and the memories will pull you through."

Kurt bit his lip slightly, his head tilted slightly to the side. "That.... That's beautiful Zisteau." He seemed to be almost at a lose for words.

Zisteau chuckled, carefully folding the picture and sticking it in his pocket. "Just something I learned from a close friend of mine in Goodneighbor."

"Well they sure have a way with words."

He let out a breath of laughter. "Actually, what he said was more along the lines of 'don't ever forget the good times dude! Aw fucking shit, my fucking foot!' Let's just say that man can stomach way too much alcohol for his own good."

A smile spread across Kurt's lips as he laughed lightly. "Ready to head up?" He asked, two cups of steaming coffee in hand.

He nodded, heading from the kitchen with the two plates in hand. They walked up the stairs in silence, though it was comfortable and relaxed. Once they reached their room, he sat the plates down and moved back towards the door.

"I'm gonna go find that tv, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay." Kurt says, sending him a smile.

He headed back down the stairs and into the room on his left, where he remembered the tv being. He also knew it was Beef's own room, but he knew those two were preoccupied in the lounge, so he'd be set. He found the tv and DVD player, along with multiple stacks of discs. He looked through the discs, eventually finding one that he thought was appropriate. It was dusty, but as he blew off the dust, a blue police box became more prevalent and the tittle; Silver Shroud.

He somehow managed to get the tv back to their room and got it set up and popped in the disc. "Silver Shroud okay?" He questioned, his gaze landing on Kurt, who had set up blankets and pillows on the floor and was curled up with a blanket; mug of coffee in hand.

He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as he sat down beside Kurt, grabbing his cup and plate and moving just a little closer to his boyfriend, who snuggled against his side. Sometime during the movie, Kurt had put his head on Zisteau's shoulder and Zisteau had rested his head on Kurt's, both wearing small smiles as they watched the movie; both feeling content and happy.